I mentioned before that prior to embarking on our adoption adventure, I didn’t have any connection to adoption. However, once we started the process, that changed. As we shared our desire to adopt with friends, colleagues, and acquaintances, we discovered that many of them were connected to adoption in some way. I suppose there’s no reason to mention a connection to adoption outside of a conversation about adoption, but I’ve been continually surprised to learn that people I have known for a while were adopted themselves, have adopted siblings, or know someone who was adopted. We’re eager to talk further with these people about their experiences and get their advice about raising Teddy. In fact, one friend promised to put us in touch with a middle-aged black man who was raised by white parents. We’re especially keen for that perspective.
It’s also been interesting to hear stories from complete strangers. We were waiting for our flight to Las Vegas recently, and a fellow passenger, a gentleman in his 50s, saw me feeding Teddy. After asking Teddy’s age, he volunteered that he was also adopted. He asked about Teddy’s health, and I explained that, while we knew Teddy was healthy at birth, we knew next to nothing about his birth family’s health. The man noted that the lack of such medical information had proven to be an issue for him in middle age, especially given his recent colonoscopy. At which point I wondered if people are inspired to share a bit too much when they meet another adoptive family 😉
On that same flight, as we were preparing to depart the plane, a grandmotherly looking lady asked if Teddy was adopted and then shared that she has an adopted Jamaican grandbaby.
I’ve been encouraged to hear their stories. They reassure me that we’ve adopted a child in a world that’s open and welcoming of such family situations.